The spice of the underworld.

The king of the underworld, the god of the dead, and the end of life that you meet when a person dies.

Someone like that. No, someone I don't know if I can call him a person.

A present for Haru. That too, something you dropped me off saying you liked the day.

A tasteless spice that melts away as soon as any food is sprinkled, white and thin as snow.

At the same time, something that a human being, Haru, has received as a reward for shaking the foundation of the underworld.

It was in the hands of a day now.

Something that can change the whole world, change the world above.

It was on the hand of the day now. A little bit full.

I told you that the Lord of the Underworld made it for me.’

This is exactly what Yeomra said.

These spices are more precious than diamonds of the same weight, or they cannot even be valued.

'The value of everything in the world is divided in half.’

What money can buy. And something you can't buy with any money.

The most representative thing is life. How long can I live. How much time do I have left.

'This is something I can't touch.’

This is one of the few things that such an indifferent grim reaper emphasized.

Never, no matter what.

- Remember, you're human after all. Haru, listen carefully. You're just nothing in this vast world. Do you understand? It's really nothing. You get it, right?

It was nothing but most precious. I couldn't help but understand.

Words that still come to mind several times a day, already engraved in my heart.

Those words I understood meant that human beings themselves were nothing but tiny cogs in the great world.

And now in the hand of the day, there was something held by one of the biggest cogs.

Something small that could change this huge world a little bit.

Something that is commonly called a 'miracle. So one day I decided.

"Yumi, will the grim reaper come today? In the evening."

"That's... I don't know."

I knew it.

No one knows if the grim reaper will come. At least the grim reaper himself.

Most of the time she comes without warning and disappears like the wind.

So few people can say anything about her.

One day, I looked at Choi Han-seok just in case.

But he shook his head right away. Was it just as expected?

Even Choi Han-seok, who is closest to the grim reaper, cannot predict her. If then,

"Then there's only one answer. Just, what I'm trying to do.”

I'm the boss here.

You may feel ridiculous, but one day I meant it. At times like this, I wanted to do as I wanted.

There were more customers than I thought at dinner.

Although the dumplings were made enough, they were all sold out an hour before the deadline, especially due to a flood of delivery orders.

But the restaurant was not closed, waiting for the grim reaper until about 2 a.m.

But no one came.

Ghost guests, grim reaper. No one else.

The table paradise, which was always buzzing in the dark hours of the night, was much quiet today.

One day I didn't like this atmosphere. The same was true of Yumi.

"Grandfather Hwang."I couldn't stop thinking of the name you told me.

* * *

The next world. I have a question for you.

"Huh? What is it?"

A few days ago.

To be exact, the day Choi Han-seok and the grim reaper went on a trip to Seoul.

Choi Han-seok, who was watching a musical at a concert hall, asked, floating in the air.

The grim reaper answered without turning his head.

She was looking at the musical, in which people wearing Hahoe masks danced to the sound of drums, with a sense of considerable interest.

You're on our side, right?

"……What's wrong with the old man?"

Just the way it is. Don't pretend you don't know. You've been thinking about it.

"Not really, out of the blue."

Tick-tocked grim reaper.

The musical was becoming a highlight, and thanks to the people who focused, the hall was very quiet.

Choi Han-seok continued to talk by killing his voice little by little accordingly.

Of course, the two were not heard by anyone else, but there is a minimum of courtesy.

He's got a lot of soft spots on him, even though he's a tough day. Don't roll it too hard. Don't hurt me too much.

"You sound like a father for a day."

Why? It's my dad. It was a day ago. You'd be dead without me. I heard I'm the one who made you live your life. So you're not my dad?

"What a horse……"

Anyway, let me ask you a favor. As a guardian of the heart. Huh? She's been through a lot in America. Can you cut me some slack? I don't know exactly what we're preparing these days.

"What's wrong with a man who knows everything? I don't have the authority. You know, I'm just doing what I'm told, nothing more or less. Even the grim reaper is a top-down suit."

The grim reaper's body began to wince.

But unlike the tone, the voice wasn't particularly irritating.

On the contrary, she is not her usual self. To the point where you can feel it. It was strangely calm.

- You can't refuse what the King of the Underworld tells you to do. It's this, right?

"I can't say no, I don't want to. How long have you been living under him?"

Okay, let's change the question. Can you at least answer me?

"……listen to it."

-What you said before. Something like Gwian or something. I don't know what you think about a day, but I think so.

Eyes on the ear.

To attract ghosts, to see things that only ghosts can see. A power that a man should not have, but felt blessed by a day.

The Grim Reaper explained only so much. However, Choi Han-seok's thoughts were slightly different.

Isn't it too harsh if you think about it differently?

“…….”

I had an idea as soon as I heard the word from the underworld. Then what happens to someone who's already half dead?

The grim reaper's body, which had wince a little, soon stopped.

She seemed to be continuing to focus on the musical, but it was not difficult to see that her eyes were elsewhere.

I'm flustered. The grim reaper.

Choi Han-seok, who was caring about her, immediately noticed.

-He's the king of the Underworld. You're scarier than I thought.

"I'm glad to end up saying 'I'm scared.

Is that what you're supposed to be? They like to test people. If you think you're done with the exam, you should do it again.

"He always wants people to live happily and come to the underworld. That's all I know and I can tell you."Oh, it's not easy.

Choi Han-seok said he would do his best to dig, but his opponent was the grim reaper.

As expected, she didn't give anything away easily.

I didn't know if it was simply not or couldn't be.

Therefore, Choi Han-seok asked for the last time.

We're gonna live a long day, right?

"You have to live long. You said your grandfather was a child of the heart."

As expected! Yeah, even though I never got married in my life. I've been seeing you for a day since I died. I think I'll have to see you get married later. You see?

"You know what? I'm going to see my child get married. One of the things I hear the most.”

That's how people live.

The grim reaper and Choi Han-seok laughed bitterly.

Obviously, my face was smiling, but I couldn't use my taste buds like this.

After the musical, the two sat for a long time without saying anything before leaving the concert hall.

The grim reaper later recovered the souls of two young men who had an accident nearby, sent them to the underworld and headed to the table heaven with Choi Han-seok.

And early in the morning. After the meal, the grim reaper returned with a small note in the menu box.

[Dumpling soup]

Three letters that say.

Uh, Haru. Didn't we check the application box today?

"Oh, right. I'll watch it right now!"

And Haru and Yumi made dumplings, and it became today.

Looking at the passage of time, Choi Han-seok suddenly thought.

Thank you. Oh, man.

As expected, the grim reaper was on our side.

* * *

"Let's do it again.”

"Yes!"

At dinner time, after sending Yeyoung and Bonam back.

Haru and Yumi didn't get off work.

No, rather, I buttoned my clothes neatly and washed my hands thoroughly. There is only one reason anyway. To cook.

The reason why Yeyoung and Bonam left the office first is simple.

Anyway, even though I paid you a lot of money, didn't I put you through a lot of trouble?

I'm going to die right now because I'm so passionate about cooking, but I'm sure I'll help you if you don't send them back a day earlier because of their personalities, so I'm sure they'll stay until dawn.

Anyway, this early morning, ghosts and people.

Without any guests, Haru and Yumi did a cooking study.

Of course, Hwang's secret recipe for dumplings.

"I'll touch the kimchi. The kimchi I brought from the oral fairy tale is cooked well cooked. It's a small amount, so I thought we'd cook stew for ourselves, but this would be perfect use."

"Then I'll do the vegetables!"

Tap tap tap tap--!

The sound of a light and disciplined cutting rang again.

Even if there are no customers, the restaurant doesn't rest.

I don't know if there will be any customers at any time. Or, if you're a cook, you should cook.

It doesn't matter what happens. One day I lifted the knife silently.

This time, we decided to make dumpling skin ourselves, especially.

Whoops!

Sprinkle flour and glutinous rice flour on a wide cutting board, pour hot water and knead well while kneading.

After maturing, sprinkle flour again, remove it well, and push it with a rolling pin, and you're done.

"Hand-made dough and dumpling skin are easier to make than I thought. Isn't it so?”

"Kalguksu is similar. It's supposed to be something you make yourself."

Then it's time to make dumpling filling again.

In fact, nothing has changed much compared to the previous recipe.It's all about controlling detailed spices or adding a little kimchi.

But when those small changes come together one by one, the big taste changes.

One day I knew it, and I put my heart and soul into it.

Meanwhile, something bubbled on one side of the restaurant.

Haru's most confident cooking, and Hwang's grandfather's most importantly emphasized cooking.

'This dumpling soup is going to be beef bone soup.’

I think I'm done sleeping tonight.